We have always been less human than human, In the glare of pathetic greed, we are leading, Like never before, or like every Single time. There isn’t any sign of togetherness, Good deeds, a better past, or our glory, If there is, it’s rare, so we share. Shamelessly.
John Keats(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821) A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its loveliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and a sleepFull of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathingA flowery band to bind us to… Continue reading A thing of Beauty is a joy for ever – by john Keats
Whimpers in the maze of tough thoughts,A life with lenity.A thought of seeking coincidence,With wondrous epiphany. A morning that seeks night,But couldn’t.A night that seeks dawn,But couldn’t. It stays within,And asks quietly,Whether you’re,what you areor not?? When not heard,It stays where it belongs,Like a snail in its shell.